“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Grey
Is it a smoke?
Is it a gun?
Is it a pipe?
It does not poke
It’s not even fun
It’s just a hype
It’s a piece of art
“The snow is everywhere! It keeps on coming down, and fills the ground and everything else, is lost inside of the white fluffiness“ Gun Roswell
Take a seat in the snow if you dare
The beachside stroll, not so easy, during the winter time, no matter if the sun is shining, because the snow, has taken over the world!
So, for those, daring to venture to the outside, even the seaside, none too open nor wide, during this seasonal time, the benches beckoning to take a load off after a long walk.
But, what will said traveller there find, if nothing but endless piles… yes you guessed it, snow!
Still, either take seat if you dare or then, find a friendly person with a shovel, remove the snow, and voila! A more comfy seat is revealed from the beneath.
Sitting in the sun, even in minus degrees, can be fun!
“Sometimes lines being drawn are as fickle as the waves hitting a sandy shore” Gun Roswell
The blurry line
Drawing lines, borders, erecting fences and walls
That is what the humans like doing to the point of boring
Because in the end, those hindrances will be blurred
Just like the soft waves hitting the sandy shores
As all of it will fade in the end
And were they to begin with such an good idea
Or even keeping anyone safe
Just some fancy human concept protecting what is supposedly theirs?
But to be fair, for a moment a wall or a fence will keep away the fear
When all the lurking evil is out there trying us apart to tear
“Not exactly the latest technology, the coolest of models or the fanciest of colours, but it will get you where you need to go to.” Gun Roswell
The bike ride wrapped around the tree
The busted ride, the bike from beyond the years alas even without any gears, while peddled will take the trip, just about anywhere imaginable without fear. Far or near.
Because old and rusted doesn’t necessarily mean useless, especially such a sturdy made ride, somewhat refurbished but mostly it’s just mostly basic.
Alas the riders are never complaining, as this man made two wheeled bike will always get you where you need.
“The snow is everywhere, even having taken over the seats in the park!“ Gun Roswell
Take a load off in the snow
Snow, snow, snow, a lot of it all over
But if you don’t mind a little bit of cold
Then perhaps, a seat covered with snow
Is just that perfect spot
For you to take a load off?
Simply remember to dress up accordingly
As the cold weather might just become a displeasure
The dampness of it seeping through
Loose pants, if you did not remember to dress up accordingly
But if you did, then just take that seat
And enjoy your day, in the, well, snowy haze!
“The sun is setting, no matter if anyone is watching it, going away for the day“ Gun Roswell
Sunset on an empty beach
The beach empty, void, of any kind of life
Not even of the crab, ant or a mosquito kind
Nobody is there, observing the days end
The colours painted across the skies
As the setting sun makes it way to lie
At the bottom of the high seas
Where it during the night time lives
Alas, they are all gone for now
All those enjoying the daily sunshine loud
Only the darkening shadows remain
And so, the sun will be setting
Without an audience to clap
But it does not really matter
As this kind of event happens every day
And maybe, some other night
The sun will its very audience slay
“The time of the year when the sun will fear the coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting” Gun Roswell
Sunset Low
End of the day will come no matter the times.
It can be a little later or even earlier depending on the seasonal chime.
For the late autumn or fall, the light of the day will try to stall.
But never winning against the night the darkness soon upon.
The sun though never faltering its stance no matter the dance.
Late in the year or early in the hours of the new morn’.
The rays will remain there on the surface just one more moment time to stall.
“The ocean blue vistas ensue to the ends of the earth, perhaps even time” Gun Roswell
Ocean Vistas
The gorgeous blues of various hues, last until the zone of the horizon rising from the vastness of the never-ending ocean
Nothing more cool or calm for the human eye, when those peepers do spy the gift of mother nature’s skies and waters alike
As there within the biggest of secrets do lie, deep within the appreciation of the small person never leaving the gorgeous sight without a wide smile
Saving the view of the perfect vista in the minds eye, for a long while until such time it finally slips away
“Flying? Ain’t nuttin’ to it! Just spread your wings, start running and lift off! That is if you are a bird of course. If you’re stupid human? Guess what? You’re grounded. For good.” Gun Roswell
Flying up high is a dream for some of us
Being afraid of heights might just bring up the plight for some of us
But then there are those of us who dream to get up high as the birds fly
It might be a hard and even an impossible a task to do
Without the wings to support and lift off the heavy body
Alas the solution might just be simple, even if somewhat costly:
Buying tickets to a machine which does the work for you
So get on the that aeroplane and on the wing side stay
And for a moment feel like you are alone up there
“Down the watery drain? Or at least down a very slippery and deep slope? That’s life, am I right“ Gun Roswell
Down, down, all the way I float
The slippery slope ahead, something for a while having feared
But taking control of that beast, the one whom keeps me telling there is not sleep
Not until one of the greatest of them all has finally been conquered
The one of looking down, with falling into the deep, deep under ground
Still, the fear holds its tight grip across the beating chest
And with the pounding of the muscular thingy keeping myself still alive and singing?
Well, what do I do, what else can I do?
Jump! Like a kangaroo or some other kind of loon
Diving right into the blue hues, for this eternal fear to lose
And soon too?
Alas, the feet needed for the venture won’t respond
As here on the ledge I still stand not known right from wrong
Someone please, help me to release this feeling
Of sinking if I go all the way in
Eyes closing, breathing slowing and without warning
I take flight and into the waters waiting dive
The long but short way down fearful of only to drown
One splash two splash three splash!
Onto the calming cool surface
Under water remembering to keep by breath like an otter
Diving, smiling, diving further, then up up all the way up
With a huff and a puff head, body still in tact
Gone, all but gone is that damned fear
Conquered by shedding just a few more tears
